Guy thought of a good response as to why they were called ‘wee folk’, but he managed to keep from saying it. He was smart enough to know that insulting someone’s manhood would likely cause a fight. Especially in a bar. He assumed he and the Irishman had moved past the need for a fight, so he kept the quip to himself.
“I shall be more careful of listening to stories and believing reputations.” The knight should have known better than to jump to any conclusion about anyone. His own reputation left much to be desired. He was not the villain everyone tried to make him out to be. He blamed Robin Hood for that. At least he didn’t have to worry about the Irishman being upset about how he had killed some of those tiny green-clad creatures.
Guy stood up from his stool and leaned against the bar for a moment. That whiskey was stronger than he thought. He had a great opinion of the drink now. He slapped a couple of real gold coins on the counter. “Allow me to pay for your drink. Your gold did vanish, after all.”
Guy smiled slightly and made his way to the door. Perhaps he would encounter the large leprechaun again later. He never knew who or what he would meet in this strange place. But he would admit to himself that the Irishman wasn’t all bad. Even if he never did explain how he managed the burning stick in his mouth. He waved once to his drinking companion and went back out into the streets of The City.